Up To My Ears In Tears
D-G
Be my sweet potato
Be my honey lamb
dance around the campfire
hang around a while
Well, I been caught stealin'
someone else's vibe,
everybody loves or hates us,
but we're still alive
CHORUS:
Well wake up in the morning
cup of coffee, grab your bags
jump into the caddie
'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.
They say overrated, educated
I suppose a little jaded.
When I get off this
I think I'm gonna have to be sedated.
So be my sweet potato,
I'll be your honey lamb,
give me some b
War Games
Did you buy your tickets for the war game?
Aren't you glad that your sitting in the back?
For the game is deadly having all the players
Aren't you glad it's a spectator sport
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over
Can't you smell the fear?
It's all over
If you want to play the game, you must have playmates
Choose your side play guitar (???) but play to win
Don't be sad if you loose it itsn't over
Pick your side and begin the game agianIt isn't over
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over
Can't you smell the fear?
It's all over
You don't have to play the game if you don't want to
You can sit at home and hear it on the news
They will show you colored pictures of the killings
They want you to feel that you're part of it too.
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over
Don't you smell the fear?
It's all over
It's all over